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“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispered, no doubt sensing her fear, as he climbed off the bed and pulled his boxers off, digging around in the nightstand, before returning.

Lukas knelt between her thighs again, stroking himself slowly while she watched. He stared down at her with a silent question. Her breath hitched at the intensity she found in his eyes.

“I’m ready…” she whispered, but she couldn’t hide her apprehension when he could sense her every emotion. She was ready, but the uncertainty of whether she would make it through this tried to intrude on her blissful place.

Lukas laid his head back, closing his eyes as his breathing suddenly became more ragged. They both knew it was time, and they both had longed for this moment.

He growled low and tore open a small packet with his teeth before proceeding to roll a condom down his length. Blaire watched him with rapt fascination. Lukas reached down and dragged his hand up her slippery folds as she moaned, laying her head back. She was ready for him. He stroked himself a couple of times to lubricate his shaft and then positioned himself at her entrance before slowly pushing into her.

Blaire gasped when he got the head inside as another wave of fear swept over her and she started to sweat, squirming at the tight, stretching, alien sensation. She sucked in a breath, and he placed his hand on her stomach, stopping his movements and sliding out.

“Look at me,” he whispered in a strained voice. His neck muscles were taut, and she could tell he was having a hard time with stopping.

She stared up into his eyes, glowing, green, and fierce again.

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, but I need you to relax. If you’re not relaxed, it’s going to hurt. If you relax, it won’t hurt… not with what we’ve already done.”

Her brow furrowed.

“I…” He clenched his jaw. “I did what I needed to do to prepare you… to make this easier for you.”

Blaire smiled and reached for his hand. He took it and laced his fingers through hers.

“It’s not easy for me either. I want to make sure I do it right. Make it good for you. I had to… do some research.” A flush overtook his cheeks and neck. He hadn’t had a girlfriend before, but she didn’t assume he’d never… She squeezed his hand tightly and he looked back at her face.

“I’m ready,” she whispered again, reassuring him.

Lukas bent forward and captured her lips with his as he slowly slid into the heat of her body, and she arched into him, moaning into his mouth. The sensation was incredible. Letting go, in more ways than one, made everything different. The stretch he caused still burned because she’d never had anything that large inside her before, but it still couldn’t beat the intoxicating pleasure his being inside her brought forth. He didn’t move once he was all the way inside, letting her get used to the feeling—and getting used to it himself—as he stroked the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

When he trembled against her, aching with wonder, she pulled from his kiss.

“You can move…” she whispered.

Lukas ran his tongue over his bottom lip and slowly pulled back, almost pulling all the way out of her, but keeping the head inside. Then he slowly slid himself back in and shivered. His entire body was tense as he held himself back, until she reached up, and grabbed his forearms that held the covers in a death grip on each side of her body, rocking her hips against him to encourage him. She needed him to know she wasn’t afraid anymore. That she wanted this. He groaned.

Her body molded to his so well. They truly were made for each other.

Getting the hint, Lukas raked his gaze down her body, over her breasts, and down to where they were connected. He licked his lips again and lifted her upper body up toward him, wrapping his arms around her back as he pulled her flush to his skin.

Sitting back on his heels, with her straddling his waist, he kissed her like a man starved. She tightened around him, whimpering into his mouth before he released her lips. The sensations rolling off him melded with those from inside herself. Their empathic connection was madness.

Blaire wrapped her arms around Lukas’s neck and buried her face into the hair plastered to his shoulders with sweat. He pulled her closer with his hands, gripping her ass in a bruising grip as he thrusted up into her at a quicker pace. He found places inside her she didn’t even know existed and dragged out the most delicious feelings.

She writhed against him, whimpering, and moaning her approval of what he did to her, her entire body trembling as she held on for dear life while he took her body without caution. Blaire could feel the same sensation building deep in her stomach from earlier and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades, chasing after it this time; she wasn’t letting it slip past her again.

“Fuck, Blaire… so good. So fucking good,” he groaned.

It was so close, so close to happening. “Lukas. I’m gonna…”

Lukas quickly dropped forward on the bed with her, holding himself deep inside her, not moving. She whined in protest at the sudden loss of his movements as he unwrapped his arms from behind her.

Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed Aiden’s knife.

Blaire gasped and stared up at him. “What are you doing with the knife?”

Still seated inside her, Lukas moved his hair that was damp from sweat away from his shoulder. He winced as he slid the knife slowly across the skin where his shoulder and neck met.

Blaire realized what was happening then, and as she watched the blood ooze from the knife wound, she tensed as anxiety warred within her, threatening to close off her connection with him.